Humiliating reunion

Hair as dark as ink, a delicate but masculine face, an intense, captivating, and cold gaze, scarlet pupils, a muscular but sophisticated body, a princely look with an elegant gait, and an unequaled charisma.

That was the first impression this man gave me.

He was breathtakingly handsome, in my memories he was already magnificent but after just two years, he seemed to have become more famous.

Every time he passed before women, they seemed to pass out when he didn't look at them again. He was cold and impassive as if the people around were just worms. His gaze on them was blank and I felt intimidated.

He was not like in my memories, warm and smiling, no there, he gave me the impression of considering the people around him like vulgar insects that he could crush with a gesture.

Yet he did nothing, said nothing, while walking towards us on this red carpet which accentuated his pace making him sparkle with a thousand lights. His eyes seemed more captivating on these lights and this shade,